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I remember those days
And I still delude myself into thinking
You would change for me-

I remember those days
And I still delude myself into thinking
You would change for me-

You cannot defeat
The dreamer-

You cannot defeat
The dreamer-

Chamomile, you do not exist within a vacuum; 
Even your thoughts have reapercussions.

Chamomile, you do not exist within a vacuum;
Even your thoughts have reapercussions.

How do you begin to touch someone who aches everywhere?

How do you begin to touch someone who aches everywhere?

Doodling in statistics because that class is a fucking joke.

I said it was happening, it’s starting.

I said it was happening, it’s starting.

No more actual pieces anymore. They aren’t going to fit in the tiny house. Only once in a blue moon, plus actual pieces take so long for me that I lose interest really fast. That’s why I have such a small sketchbook, to keep things interesting

Therapy.

I am going balls deep in this doodle. 
I wanted to redo this bigger because I really loved all the curves in it.

I’m finding myself really nervous though because I don’t know how to control acrylic yet. I have stayed away from people because it is out of my comfort zone. I feel in full control when I use pen, pencil, or marker. This makes me feel like a newcomer.

I am going balls deep in this doodle.
I wanted to redo this bigger because I really loved all the curves in it.

I’m finding myself really nervous though because I don’t know how to control acrylic yet. I have stayed away from people because it is out of my comfort zone. I feel in full control when I use pen, pencil, or marker. This makes me feel like a newcomer.

School is about to start. Apprehensive.
Doing a lot of different stuff with art now.

Expanding or imploding.

Can’t decide which is happening at the moment.

Tell me
What is the point of going on

I need you to prove me wrong

Tell me
What is the point of going on

I need you to prove me wrong

It’s Kimmy’s (little sis) birthday and I painted Roland as a pimp. She just about lost it.

Your words are more fatal than your fists-

Your words are more fatal than your fists-

I remember those days
And I still delude myself into thinking
You would change for me-

I remember those days
And I still delude myself into thinking
You would change for me-

You cannot defeat
The dreamer-

You cannot defeat
The dreamer-

Chamomile, you do not exist within a vacuum; 
Even your thoughts have reapercussions.

Chamomile, you do not exist within a vacuum;
Even your thoughts have reapercussions.

How do you begin to touch someone who aches everywhere?

How do you begin to touch someone who aches everywhere?

Doodling in statistics because that class is a fucking joke.

I said it was happening, it’s starting.

I said it was happening, it’s starting.

No more actual pieces anymore. They aren’t going to fit in the tiny house. Only once in a blue moon, plus actual pieces take so long for me that I lose interest really fast. That’s why I have such a small sketchbook, to keep things interesting

Therapy.

I am going balls deep in this doodle. 
I wanted to redo this bigger because I really loved all the curves in it.

I’m finding myself really nervous though because I don’t know how to control acrylic yet. I have stayed away from people because it is out of my comfort zone. I feel in full control when I use pen, pencil, or marker. This makes me feel like a newcomer.

I am going balls deep in this doodle.
I wanted to redo this bigger because I really loved all the curves in it.

I’m finding myself really nervous though because I don’t know how to control acrylic yet. I have stayed away from people because it is out of my comfort zone. I feel in full control when I use pen, pencil, or marker. This makes me feel like a newcomer.

School is about to start. Apprehensive.
Doing a lot of different stuff with art now.

Expanding or imploding.

Can’t decide which is happening at the moment.

Tell me
What is the point of going on

I need you to prove me wrong

Tell me
What is the point of going on

I need you to prove me wrong

It’s Kimmy’s (little sis) birthday and I painted Roland as a pimp. She just about lost it.

Your words are more fatal than your fists-

Your words are more fatal than your fists-

About:

The only time I allow emotion to venture out side of my mind is through art. Here and only here is where I am my most honest to myself.